Verse:
Diving Irish like Moran
Into a coffee shoppe prison
Lusting 7 deadly sins
Betrayed with the tip of your hand

Chorus:
Valentine’s Day Massacre
You shot me down
Valentine’s Day Massacre
You shot me down
You shot me down

Verse:
Human hosepipe flood again
Still life on a moving train
Bloody pink confetti rain
And I’m changed wondering

Spoken:
Dying for your love, can’t you see?
This public love struck duel
I screamed in pain, how can this be?
But you have to be kind to be cruel
Even though I am an escapee
Still now I play the fool